My little country

Roskimir touched his head against the roof of the car, bleeding slightly, dripping down the bridge of his nose to his lips.

Let him feel a smell of rust fills the taste.

But Roszimir felt no pain at all at this time.

Instead, excitement and excitement filled his whole body, making him grin happily.

They were indeed attacked, attacked by terrible monsters!

However, if such a thing happened, it just proved that he did not lie?

I, Roskimir, really are a sincere man!

The brown-haired boy looked at the gravure of the van, screamed and walked to the side quickly. Fortunately, the door was not deformed and he opened it soon.

"I just said, I am the descendant of the god Perun. I am being attacked by monsters. I must go to the Mosca Palace..."

"..."

Staring at Roskimir who was muttering, the brown-haired brother did not stop him this time, but took a deep breath, informed the operator of what had just happened, and asked her to contact the upper-level immediately.

suddenly.

Another cold wind came.

This time, the people who felt unusually turned their heads and looked to the side immediately saw a group of translucent protrusions suddenly appeared in the air.

This object can't tell what it is, but it can feel something ghost in the air.

And, the speed of this thing... so fast!

"not good!"

The brown-haired boy slammed Roskimir to the ground.

boom!

There was a wave in the air.

With one blow, the entire side of the van, which was placed under the wall, was sunken, the window broke, and the door was completely deformed.

After the whole car rolled directly in the air, it was hit by a wave of air. It flew out with a whistling sound, and flew out more than 30 meters away, and did not enter the opposite side of the road. There was a loud bang on the wall.

The people around and the drivers who drove were shocked.

"Sheet!"

"It's an extraordinary event!"

A Citigroup reporter sitting in a coffee shop by the side of the road, drinking coffee, thought that today was another peaceful day, and he would waste another day.

He saw a group of dark figures crossing the road and hitting the wall of the building on his right. He was so frightened that half of his remaining cup of coffee was spilled on the ground.

The reporter raised the camera and immediately contacted his own TV station using satellite equipment to request a live broadcast.

And on the sidewalk opposite the reporter.

The five special forces who saw the tragedy of the van and Roskimir's family stayed in a daze.

It's not fun to feel the threat of extraordinary evil for the first time.

"I...I am a sincere person."

"I ask you to send me to the Mosca Palace, this is related to the blood inheritance of the god Perun."

"Do you know Perun? That is the patron saint of our Slavic clan..."

The brown-haired boy is not familiar with the myths of his family, he knows more about the ninja pirates and others.

However, he believes that after today, all the Slavic people will relive the myths handed down by their ancestors.

It is without conscientious fabrication and re-creation by Western historians.

These myths and legends are obviously not very interesting, and the details of the characters are not full enough.

Huh huh!

In the ears of the crowd, weird sounds that made their scalps numb.

Inexplicable whispers, even more resounded in this street.

Many passers-by who didn't know the situation couldn't help but walk out of the street, wondering why they had tinnitus?

"Run, run!"

Roskimir shuddered: "Let's go, the attack is about to come again."

"it is good!"

The brown-haired boy nodded. Although he felt that Roskimir was shameful, he had to admit that this old man might be really important. To Mosca, to the Slavs, and to all mankind... it is more important than himself!

He began to give orders for his teammates to form a guard formation and hug the Roskimir family to move forward.

They did not choose to borrow a car.

Vehicles are considered unsafe due to the limited space.

And the Mosca Palace actually has a side entrance just five hundred meters away.

Visitors cannot go in, but they can get a pass through their superiors.

"Make a movie?"

"Isn't it a mysterious and extraordinary event that really happened?"

"Oh my God, where is our Shaman King Andrew Boy? He will protect Mosca, right?"

Huh huh!

Following Xiao Yu's heart moved.

A team just passing by a manhole cover immediately heard dense sounds in their ears.

Immediately, with a bang, the manhole cover flew high.

Then, a black mist rose into the sky and turned into a giant python over ten meters long, opening its mouth and biting towards the team.

Bang bang bang!

The brown-haired boy opened fire first.

The submachine guns they carried were shooting extremely fast, but the bullets passed directly through the Black Mist Python, and they couldn't even stop the Python.

Suddenly!

Under Xiao Yu's detection of evil just now, a little brother's teammate who appeared to be extremely evil was swallowed by the black mist giant python, leaving only two legs still shaking and struggling.

"Damn it!"

"Do not!"

The bullet was invalid, the teammate was swallowed, and the feeling of weakness filled the whole body of the brown-haired brother.

Roskimir suddenly heard the whispering in his ear again, and he rushed forward to raise the palm of his right hand and pointed it at the Black Mist Giant Python and shouted:

"In the name of the guardian, in the name of the patron god Perun, I order the evil in front of me to disperse!"

The word retreat has just yelled from Roskimir's throat at the loudest volume in his life.

The Black Mist Giant Python trembled and exploded into a mass on the spot, then quickly retreated into the manhole cover.

boom!

The swallowed player then fell to the ground.

However, the area above the knee was completely eroded by the black mist, and it became tattered into an indescribable mass.

"vomit!"

Roskimir threw up on the spot.

The brown-haired brother and others, and even the Citigroup reporter, stared at the bald old man with piercing eyes.

The Citigroup reporter tapped his forehead, his mouth trembling slightly:

"God, what did I just see?"

"A realistic version of the exorcism ceremony?"

"By the way, what did he yell at just now, is Mosca's version of Exorcism Quotations?"

"The Holy Lord is here, I must record it!"

"This news must be the last headline!"

Citigroup reporters were extremely excited at the same time.

The voice of the superior sounded in the headphones of the remaining four players.

I hope they can continue to complete the task and escort the Roskimirs to the Mosca Palace.

At the same time, they said that support is coming.

"Apologized."

The brown-haired brother took a deep breath, looked at Roskimir who was bent over and vomited, and after a soft voice, he lifted him up, and then strode towards the Mosca Palace.

The others were slightly startled, and quickly followed.

With the appearance of the Black Mist Python.

Whether it's the folks or the official Mosca.

They could only hold their noses and temporarily accepted Roskimir's words.

No way, who allowed them to study superbly for so long and still have no concrete progress?

Even if you find one to tell the truth from the fake, you can send a message and wait for someone to reply when they feel better.